As several of my readers know, I have a soft spot for pursuing, tracking, chasing, hunting, and of course fucking Dominas, or dominant women. During the pursuit of this lovely passion, I have become friends with several of the Dominas within Second Life.
So it seemed only natural that I make a post about one's visit to kick off my comeback venture and the re-opening of this blog.
This lovely lady called me up claiming she needed to relinquish control for a bit and experience a loss of control, a loss of will, a loss of rights, and of course, the loss of say with regard to her body. You know me, I'm willing to make that level of sacrifice. It is for a friend after all, and what a lovely looking friend.
Soon after her arrival, I was able to coerce my friend into trying on her restraints, in this case leather cuffs, courtesy of Real Restraints. Not my top preference for restraints, but I do love the ease of their menu and for this type of a scene, they worked just right.
Once all of my visitor's abilities were revoked, it was only a question of how much latex did I want her to continue wearing. So we played a quick game of knife - latex. Its sort of like rock, paper scissors, only knife always wins.
Once I had her down to her tight little thong, I proceeded to move her into the house. "C'mon little bunny, hop along."
Once we moved to my sitting room and I had taken off my visitor's panties, we began discussing her fate and what I expected her to accomplish within the coming days. While the word "days" was still registering on her typically in-control dominant brain, I pulled my cock out, to distract her. It worked.
I'm not entirely sure because of the gag, but I think she said, "Oh, shiny!"
At this point I noticed her new tattoo. She claims its a dagger entwined with a rose. I insist its a T and an S. You be the judge.
From there, I proceeded to do what I do best, give her a ride.
I do love how fiercely a dominant woman will fight her own orgasm.
There is nothing better than when they succumb, and show their O face.
After such an intense workout, I was more than happy to leave my visitor in a restful place for the night. Maybe I'll play with her again tomorrow. Maybe I'll keep her. Maybe this blog is to be continued. Maybe not.